with lips still red with wine, face flush with life – I carry on converse remain ignorant of all rest of hard to swallow world trouble… bursted bubbles & inflated egos all end life lonesome crying out howls of guilt in gutter of all human hopes for something different…
for don’t we all of us stumble thru this life from birth home drunk on hope singing songs of mourning? & don’t we all of us know deep down inside life was made for music & not the other way around… & don’t we all of us seek own sad final demise when it’s all said & done– death thinly veiled with dreams for tomorrow as if such a notion weren’t so vague as to not elude even the most careful of grasps?
…and this last of fate’s strings taunts me always with its playful dance of length – at once both eternity I plan for whole century of wish-making letter-sealing and at same time a moment if that so brief I barely glimpse it at all – a life flash & nothing more, and an instant of pain loss guilt suffering at that – if that, for all strands of love wound inextricable from ropes of hate, lines of yearning with whole columns of suffering…
& we should weep with gratitude for the whole magnificent process!
O Fate! O Nature! -die! If that would quench such an indomitable insatiable longing – die! die! for nature is indifferent, inconsiderate as Fate herself!
a human all too human an urge – a human all too human a longing…
Saw some of it in those lips of yours and the fragile frame...no insult intended.
I see it in your musical attractions. Do you wish to give yourself over to the tone; to surrender to the beat; to let go to melody?
Do you wish to disappear in a note?
Alcohol, in general, has a way of lifting that Willful desire to order, leaving the soul open to the flow; feeling ecstasy in the relief of no longer resisting its tearing forces. The religious experience.
Yes, I find Dionysus overwhelming in music, in drink, and in poetry. As for the rest of who I am: strictly Apollinian; which shouldn't be much of a surprise, really. I like the constant struggle between the two, however. The play of forces.
I associated fragile frames with Appollo. They're ubiquitous amongst the clergy and scientific communities.
I have the same impression: and so what does that say about me, I wonder? Also, to add to my list: it's in music, drink, poetry, and sex that I succumb to the primordial urge of Dionysus.
I associated fragile frames with Appollo. They're ubiquitous amongst the clergy and scientific communities.
Then you would consider me Dionysian.
There is always a dichotomy in human beings...a struggle between aspects of their personality, the feminine and masculine battling it out.
Each case is particular but the appearance is sometimes contradicted by the spirit, as one is an inheritance of the past while how it interacts in the present is an entirely different story.
If your body follows the form of your face then that is true.
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There is always a dichotomy in human beings...a struggle between aspects of their personality, the feminine and masculine battling it out.
I know. Your face is quite soft, some femininity there, but your nature masculine.
Your mind is like that of an Englishman. It even brings a particular face to mind, slimmer, more angular, more vulpine.
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Each case is particular but the appearance is sometimes contradicted by the spirit, as one is an inheritance of the past while how it interacts in the present is an entirely different story.
But generally an appearance signifies a certain nature, and I usually find the two together more often than not.
Saw some of it in those lips of yours and the fragile frame...no insult intended.
I see it in your musical attractions. Do you wish to give yourself over to the tone; to surrender to the beat; to let go to melody?
Do you wish to disappear in a note?
Alcohol, in general, has a way of lifting that Willful desire to order, leaving the soul open to the flow; feeling ecstasy in the relief of no longer resisting its tearing forces. The religious experience.
I like beer and hard liquor just not wine.
I'm currently drunk on Papst Blue Ribbon as we speak with my artist friend in a hostel kitchen.
We just got done touring the local China town drunk.
On the dinner menu tonight is noodles with onions suateed with cooked lamb. Yum!
Were celebrating my being recently layed off from my newly acquired job in which I'm reaching the throws of unemployment once again.
Tomorrow I'm modeling my face for one of his new paintings he is working on in which I'll model as the part of Cain killing his brother Abel.
Do I like losing myself in a state of ectasy? Yes I do. All the time actually.
I bought a cheap bottle last weekend for mental stimulation.
Tesla's analysis of stimulants and depressants were accurate, both psychically and physiologically.
Anyway, it was the first time I had alcohol as such since the last time I bought wine, back in early university years (2006).
I tried beer again recently, but was immediately reminded as to why I don't drink it.
In any case, I'd appreciate some considerations, a rundown on wine. I'm not the kind of individual who will spend inordinate amounts on it, as it's in most part for stimulation, but I do prefer it over beer, liquor and spirits, because it is easier to palate.
The only real good point of drinking other than somekind of social dynamic is to get drunk, really drunk. A whole bottle of cheap whisky or vodka once or twice a year, useful alteration.
And there is no such thing as good wine, only good wine tasters.
hrodebert, if you are in north america, stick to the napa valley cabernets. They are pretty much all very reasonable both in cost and taste. BV is one of my favorites for its consistency. Never had a bad bottle. 19ish bucks at jewel, but you can get it for 12 at costco if you know someone with a membership.
